Amelia pursed her lips, looking at him. "Can't you understand plain English?"
His thin lips uttered two words, "Get in. I want to take you home."
Amelia chuckled mockingly, "Is it that I can't refuse if you want to escort me? Don't forget, we just broke up."
"Does breaking up mean I can't take you home?"
Daniel Cooper leaned against the car door with one hand, another on the car's body. In this posture, it was as if he was cradling her in his arms, "Many divorced men and women still manage to be friends. Let's do the same, starting as friends."
Although his logic was sound, Amelia felt something was not quite right.
Before she could make sense of it, the man suddenly leaned down, hoisting her into the passenger seat, then quickly moved to the driver's side.
Amelia knew this man's temper all too well, aware that she wouldn't win against him. She decided not to argue anymore, leaning back in her chair and looking out the window.
